Page 146 of Slapshot Baby

My hands go to her warm thighs. I massage the inner muscles, working higher, my thumbs brushing closer to the heat between her legs with each slow pass.

A soft sound leaves her mouth. "I want your fingers inside me."

I slide my hand between her thighs from behind. She's soaked, hot and slick against my fingertips. I run two fingers along the full length of her and her hips press back into my hand.

I ease one finger inside her. She clenches around it, tight, her whole body responding.

I keep it slow. Curl forward. Find the swollen ridge at the front and press.

"Oh." She breathes the word into the pillow. Her fists twist the sheets. "More."

I put in a second finger.

She rocks back against me, her body trying to set a pace I won't let her have yet. I use my other hand flat on the small of her back, holding her steady, controlling the rhythm.

I fuck her slowly with my fingers. Deep. Deliberate. Each stroke curling against that spot until her thighs start to shake.

"Harder. Please."

My fingers push deeper, firmer, the pressure steady and relentless. The sound she makes is high and cracked.

"Turn over. I want to see you."

She rolls onto her back. Her eyes are heavy, pupils blown wide, lips parted. She looks wrecked and wanting.

The combination makes my blood run thick.

I settle between her legs, my hands sliding along her legs.

Her fingers grip my forearm. "Kai. Please."

I slide my fingers back inside her. Two.

She gasps.

I build the pace again, curling against the front wall with steady pressure while my thumb finds her clit and works it in slow, firm circles.

"Like that," she whispers. "Just like that."

I hold the rhythm. Same angle. Same pressure.

Her nails dig into my forearm. "Another finger. Give me another."

I slide a third finger inside her and she takes a sharp breath, her head pressing back into the pillow, her neck stretching long. I stretch her slowly, letting her adjust, then resume the rhythm. Inside and out. My thumb circling her clit. Her thighs shaking against my wrist.

"Don't stop. Right there, Kai, don't stop."

Her stomach muscles clench under the shirt. Her mouth opens. Her hips grind down against my hand, chasing it, matching the rhythm I'm setting.

The sounds coming out of her are not words anymore. Just breath and noise and my name breaking apart between her teeth.

"Let go," I tell her. "I've got you."

The orgasm rolls through her like a wave pulling under. Her walls grip my fingers in tight, pulsing contractions. Her eyes squeeze shut as her body clenches and releases in long, hard spasms.

I keep fucking her with my hand through every contraction, every aftershock, my thumb slowing but not stopping, easing her down. Her grip on my forearm loosens finger by finger until her hands fall open on the sheets and she goes limp.

“Stay with me.”